Author's Note

I've updated the cover for the story, so it's much easier to see since the website bit-crushed the hell out of the image before. The artwork is much nicer as well.

I'll say this now, this story gets very few views despite its decent following. Despite that, it doesn't crush my will to continue working on it so long as I know the few that read it really enjoy it as much as I do writing it.

For any of its longer followers who've been around since its beginning, sorry for the rough start and bouncy beginnings it had, but I'm happy that I've finally found my speed for writing it and I've figured out where I want it to go. I've sort of always known for most of it, but I struggled heavily with putting it into words until now.

If I'm going to be honest, what I found so difficult about this story was the fact that its entirely original. Most of the time I have an idea for a story, and I end up implementing it into the original cannon of whatever it is I'm writing about. For The Last Metroid's sake, it's my original idea and story that's following the story of Halo 4, so it's rather easy to keep pumping out newer chapters. The same with Nine Tailed Rebirth following the original storyline and story beats of Naruto.

But for this, all I really gave myself was the Pokémon world, and that's it. It takes place after the end of Black and White 2, so it's not like I'm following some sort of storyline that's already made. It's honestly why I enjoy writing it, seeing as there's nothing down the line that I'll have to write around.

That's all, sorry for wasting your time with my ramblings...

Here's a new segment I just thought of, where I post songs I love to listen to while writing.

Song of the day

(Victory Road-Pokémon Uranium)

(By Emdasche on YouTube)

Its a good listen, gets my mind thinking.

Uploaded

(02/11/2023)

Legend below

"Good morning, Darling..." = Normal Speech

''Keep your head high!'' Normal Thoughts

Chapter 9

Stormed in/A forced day off

Thunder cracked in the early morning sky, lighting up the dimly lit room.

His eyes snapped open in alarm, immediately going to sit up, only to realize that he couldn't well move. His eyes blinked blearily, slowly adjusting to the darkness of his own room.

The first thing his sleep raddled mind noticed was that he wasn't on the couch where he'd fallen asleep. The second was that a warm heavy and yet comfortable weight was laying atop him, pinning him to his bed with a warmth that he found impossible to ignore.

"Good morning, Darling…" Sabrina cooed softly, laying across his chest, her own pressed into his like large soft pillows. Her bright pink eyes were pulled up into amused crinkles, a light genuine smile on her face. Hugh sighed lowly as she cupped his cheeks, rubbing soothing circles across his smooth flesh.

He sighed deeply, eyes threatening to roll up into his head at her caring touch.

"...Good morning, Sabrina." Hugh muttered sleepily, a small smile forming on his face as he tried to withhold a yawn. The large woman couldn't stop herself from leaning down and pecking his lips, taking delight in the surprise that filled his eyes briefly.

"What time is it?" He muttered, turning to glance at his bedside clock.

He didn't get far.

"Ah ah ah, don't worry about that." She chided gently, turning his face back to hers. She pressed her lips to his surprised mug, holding the connection she made just a tad longer than before. It served to take his breath away, same as always. "You're exhausted, Darling." She cooed softly, rubbing her fingers over the scar that ran down the left side of his face. His different colored eyes stared up in surprise at her words and the forceful nature, realizing that she wasn't going to let him get out of bed anytime soon.

He resigned himself to his fate, relaxing into the mattress as she snuggled up closer to him. Her hot breath tickled his face, and her warm embrace served to relax him far more than he seemed to let on.

"I'll take care of everything today, okay?" She said, lips pulling up into a little smile he found wondrously adorable. "And you, mister-" She started, kissing him again. His eyes threatened to roll up into his head as she took his breath away once more. He struggled not to groan, far too pleased with the feeling of her warm supple lips pressed against his own. She pulled away, a little trail of saliva connecting the two. "-are going to stay in bed while I take care of you." She finally said.

He immediately went to refute the words.

"But I've got so-" He said almost immediately, trying to sit up.

However, she was stronger than she looked, especially when he really wasn't trying to fight her. He found himself pushed back down into the bed with one of her hands, the eight foot Pokémon sitting upright on his lap.

He swallowed thickly, staring up at her face.

"You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. You haven't even given yourself a day to rest since this all started." She said gently, before reaching down to cup his face. He felt his breath taken away by the loving look in her eyes, so full of warmth and compassion and caring that he felt little tear's threatening to well up, knowing that all those emotions were directed solely at him and him alone.

He wanted to refute her words, saying that he wasn't tired or exhausted at all. But the words died on his tongue when he caught the reflection of himself in her large pink eyes, deep black bags underneath his own eyes showing to her that he'd be lying if he said he was okay. That and, although he was very strong now, in his current state he didn't have the energy to even fight off the strength of one of her arms.

He still didn't seem like he'd given up on helping just yet, but the devilish smirk she dawned suddenly was the only warning he was going to get that it wasn't up to him to decide.

"I'm going to take care of everything today, and that, Mister-" She paused, shifting around in his lap suddenly with smooth repeated movements. He sucked in a sharp gasp, face suddenly getting very hot. She grinned, a lecherous look in her eyes as she leaned down, laying across his bare chest once more. Her bosom was pressed firmly against his bare chest, her hot lips coming up to hover only an inch from his ear, tickling his sensitive flesh. "-and that includes taking care of you." She whispered hotly, leaning in.

He sucked in a sharp gasp as she bit down gently on his ear, face burning so brightly that he was sure he could melt snow.

"Oh..? Well now, what's this?" She asked suddenly, her voice a playful yet questioning tone as she sat up. His face, if possible, turned even brighter, as she sat up, again resting herself on his lap.

He groaned at the hefty weight on him, feeling deeply embarrassed and aroused at the same time. That's when he realized she was doing this on purpose, if her amused grin was anything to go off of.

"Oh my, well now Darling, was that too much for you?" She asked, cupping her own warming white cheeks. "You can't go out there like that. I guess you'll have to stay in here until it goes away." She said, shaking her head as if it couldn't be helped.

He couldn't stop the pout that formed on his face, suddenly out of breath as she moved to get up out of bed.

He saw her game now, and she saw the tent made in the blankets after she left. She grinned, disappearing into the closet to get changed into something more appropriate for the rest of the house, seeing as she'd been in nothing but her underwear when he woke up underneath her.

He sighed loudly, collapsing onto the bed as all strength left him.

It had taken a while, but he was slowly getting more used to Sabrina's sexual advances on him. He knew she was holding much of herself back, from what he'd gathered from both Nate and a few of the comments made from others in the house, he'd learned that she had a rather massive…

Err…

Libido, that was very hard to satisfy.

Once he learned that little tidbit of information, he'd wondered why she had yet to make any advances on him. Seeing as he was her husband, and she his wife, the thought did occur to him.

But, more then that, he was secretly thankful for her lack of…

Well…

Forwardness, with him.

He wasn't sure that he was ready for…

T-That he was ready to have…

To have sex with his wife…

He was still struggling to come to the understanding that he was an adult now, not some newbie sixteen year old that had just set out on a journey. He had to adapt to this new world, and this new body and what benefits and challenges came with it.

He felt like he'd done well so far, all things considered. But, he wasn't sure he was ready to take that step with her just yet. It had only been four days since his world was thrown for a loop.

It would've been different had he retained all his memories, because he'd never even have to worry about this exact scenario happening in the first place.

He knew, however, that he would eventually have to get over his own insecurities about the subject. He couldn't very well leave her hanging forever, she needed to be taken care of as well, and that included caring for all of her needs, as well as her more…

Personal needs.

He sighed, trying to ignore the throbbing in his underwear, and decided to get comfortable in bed once again. His eyes were drawn to the walk-in closet door, lone red eye widening when he saw said eight foot wife's underwear tossed out from behind it.

He swallowed thickly, a part of him wanting to look away to provide her some privacy, while another prodded him to keep looking. After all, she was his wife. If he grew accustomed to looking away when she got naked, he may end up giving her the wrong impression. The last thing he wanted her to do was doubt herself or have her feel like her body was inadequate to his heated gaze.

Because it definitely wasn't.

Seemingly sensing his gaze on her, she poked her head back out from behind the door, bright pink eyes sparkling with amusement.

He cleared his throat, looking away.

He closed his eyes, letting his breathing even out as he tried to go back to sleep. If she didn't want him up and about today, then it wouldn't hurt to get some more sleep while he was at it.

The moment he accepted the fact that he was not going to have to do anything today, his body just gave in, and sleep took him in less then a minute.

Sabrina poked her head out after a few minutes, dressed in long sleeved blue and gray sweater with a fluffy white collar, with fitted but not overtly so black sweatpants. There was a cutout in the front of the shirt to compensate for her chest spike.

"What do you think, Darling-?" She asked, only to go quiet when she realized that he was out like a light. Her surprised face softened into a gentle smile, stepping out of the closet to approach the wonderful sleeping man she called her husband.

She gently cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb over the scar that traveled down his face. He sighed in his sleep, sinking further into the bed. Her eyes crinkled in concern, unable to not notice the pure exhaustion that radiated off of his sleeping form. The black bags were so heavy underneath his eyes that she'd almost swore he'd dawned mascara.

She was glad she was finally able to force him to take a day for himself, seeing as he wasn't going to do that on his own, she'd taken it into her own hands. It worked quite well, if she said so herself.

She smiled, eyes staring down at him with enough adoration to raise the dead. "Sleep well, Darling." She said softly, pressing her lips to his gently, before pulling away.

She stayed by his side for a little while longer, kneeling by his part of the bed, finding it hard to pull away from him. Her thumb continued to rub soothing circles against his cheeks for some time, before she eventually left him to get the sleep he had so desperately needed.

Thunder again cracked in the cloudy rain filled skies above, but this time the Champion did not wake from his sleep…

A terrible storm had been building over the small quant town of Undella over the course of the night, and by early morning it had progressed to the point that all residents had been instructed to stay indoors to ride it out.

Pokémon too had taken shelter, and many of the local residents, wonderful and caring people that they were, had taken many of the wild Pokémon into their homes to shelter them during the storm.

A small family of Pichu had been taken in by the Unova Champion's residence, the little electric mice Pokémon finding comfort and warmth in the embrace of the ladies within the house walls.

A small bit of jealousy had been expressed when most of the little electric Pokémon went straight to Tesha and Bella, seeing as they were the two fire types of the house, and their hugs would warm anything. No one was too heartbroken over it, however, Sabrina did find it very amusing how Mia and Mya would pout about it.

Their neighbors had taken in a gathering of Deerling and Pachirisu that had been unfortunate enough to get caught up in the middle of the storm without shelter. The older family was known for doing such things, and had accepted the wild Pokémon with open arms.

However, despite the help and support the community of Undella provided to their Pokémon neighbors, one little one was unfortunate enough to be left out.

It wasn't her fault, she swore!

She'd never been to this town before, and she didn't trust any of the people in it. She…

She didn't know why she'd held such a high distrust of people, but it was almost instinctual to her. Trust wasn't something that came easy to her, but when she tried to dwell on why, the thought left her mind.

That said, she was cold, so terribly cold.

The wind was intense, blowing her around she was sure she was going to be knocked out of the air.

She clung desperately to one of the many trees that dotted the little oceanside town she found herself wandering into, hoping that the terrible weather wouldn't take her away.

But she was small, very small. She was weak, without strength or powers like others of her kind.

She was an outcast, abandoned by the others in the forest.

So she had run, fled to a different forest far from her own.

And now she was afraid that it may have been a more terrible choice than simply staying there, something she contemplated as she sought shelter underneath the branch of an oak tree.

The rain was harsh, strong and freezing. She clung to the branches of the tree with her wispy little black limbs, finding it difficult to do so. It felt so alien, the feeling of the rain pelting her fragile little body.

Then finally, after a moment that went on for far too long, the wind slowed down and she she was allowed to catch her breath so to speak. She shivered violently against the harsh cold bark of the oak, afraid to let go of it, aware that the wind could come back and blow her away at a moment's notice.

And yet, as her gaze was drawn across the road, to a house by the ocean-side, she noticed that the window was unlocked.

She felt herself hesitate, wondering for a moment if it would be alright if she snuck inside there. The lights were off in the room, and it didn't seem like anyone was there…

Her wispy black body shook like a Skitty's tail, eyes widening as she quickly debated doing it.

The wind was still weak, but it could come back any moment…

…

She flew forward, leaving the safety of her tree as she quickly moved for the window. The little green leaves stuck to her horns wiggled in the open wind, but she didn't slow until her wispy limbs found contact on the surface of the window.

Her eyes widened, the bright pink lights of her eyes reflecting off of the window's surface. She stared through her own reflection, and into the room beyond.

It looked so warm, so comforting!

There was a big bed with lots of blankets, enough to hide a whole lot of little Pokémon. There was also food on a table by the bed, a treat of some kind she hadn't ever seen before!

She wanted in there. She wanted in there so badly!

She reached out, grasping the window with her little black limbs, and pulled hard…

…

She wanted to cry, pink glowing eyes darkening as she tried fruitlessly to open the window. It wasn't locked, but she was far too weak to open it by herself.

She wailed in anguish, but she was sure her little voice couldn't be heard over the thunderous storm above her.

She cried, huddling up in the corner of the window, trying to take shelter from the rain that continued to assault her little form. She wasn't sure how long she stayed there, shaking so hard she was sure she would fade away. She wasn't sure if it was because it was cold out, or if she was scared, or a combination of the two hitting her all at once.

She held her ghostly limbs to her chest, eyes closed tight as she sat there, hoping that this storm that seemed endless would finally cease. She shook, little tears trailing down the light brown wood of her face, falling to join in the endless pool of rainwater down below.

She was so cold. She just wanted to be warm, to be out of the rain, to be dry.

She wanted to be held, to be hugged and told everything was going to be fine. She wanted to be told that everything would be alright again, that no one was coming to hurt her. She just wanted to be comforted again…

Then, suddenly she was floating backwards, the window she'd been leaning on having suddenly opened without warning.

She blinked as she regained her bearings, coming to settle into the soft yet scarred hands of man. She stared down in surprise at the warm hands that were held out underneath her, before slowly spinning around to face the person connected to said hands.

Her little glowing pink eyes blinked up in surprise at the eyes of the man, purple and red staring down at her in similarly open faced surprise.

"Hey there little lady, what are you doing out in that storm…?" The man asked softly, seemingly struggling with stifling a yawn. He offered her a heartwarming grin that had served to immediately put her little ghostly heart at ease.

"Mou…." She muttered quietly, seemingly incapable of human speech despite fully understanding him.

Seeing as she struggled to respond, he didn't push her anymore. "Well hey, it's freezing outside. Until that storm is gone, why don't you stay in here with me?" He asked suddenly, patiently waiting for her to either nod her head or fly away.

The little ghost clasped her wispy limbs together nervously, seemingly dwelling on a response for a moment.

Seeing as she was struggling, he quickly thought up something to say. "Come on, it won't be a bother to me. My wife has ordered me to stay in bed all day, so I wouldn't mind a little company, if you're interested?" He laughed genuinely, making sure to keep his voice down.

If possible, her eyes seemed to glow in surprise. She didn't seem like she needed anymore time to dwell, as she nodded shyly up at him.

He smiled in relief, glad that she wasn't planning on running back out into that storm. He slid the window shut, returning to his bed. Thinking for a moment, he decided to set her down on his wife's side of the bed, before slinking back into his own. She blinked, not sure how to react to this outward and open display of kindness from a total stranger.

And, he wasn't even worried about sleeping beside a ghost type like her.

In fact, he was out moments later, with nothing but a short tired sigh signaling his passing into sleep-land.

She stared at him, glowing pink eyes studying his sleeping face for a long moment. It wasn't until she picked up on his soft breathing that she realized he was again out cold.

Watching his tired sleeping face had a similar effect on her, and she was out like a light only moments later…

She could still hear the rain pouring outside, thunder occasionally cracking across the sky. She was in the kitchen now, whipping up something for Hugh while he slept, meanwhile the rest of the house was busy occupying themselves in the living room either attending to the little Pichu family or merely watching the tv.

She didn't feel comfortable sitting around while Hugh wasn't feeling good, so she'd kept her hands busy cleaning around the house. It wasn't too much to do, and it served as something to keep her mind occupied while the day dragged on. It was how she found herself making him a lunch.

Technically she was making lunch for everyone, but she was making something a little more special for him. It was his day off after all, and she wanted to make him feel wanted and appreciated.

She paused in her work for a moment, ears twitching in the direction of their room. She was silent for a moment, listening intently, but nothing more met her attentive hearing.

She tilted her head in quiet confusion, as she swore she had heard him talking for a brief moment. He wasn't one to talk to himself, yet everyone else was out here.

Nevertheless, she didn't hear anything more after a moment, so either she was hearing things or he had been talking to someone on his phone.

She sighed, lowering her head. Both options were a possibility, she realized with an embraced blush. As over protective as she was of him, there was a very real chance it was her brain mixing up random sounds to try and get her to go check on him…

…

Well, now she had to go check on him.

Curse her brain…

"Bella, can you please watch the food for a moment?" She asked, turning away from the stove. The plump Arcanine quickly perked up from her spot on the couch.

"Yeah, of course Sabrina." She said eagerly, quickly maneuvering over there without waking the sleeping Pichu'. "Oooh, this looks super good!" She gushed over the food, tail wagging lowly behind her.

"Don't eat it, that's for Hugh." Sabrina warned lightly, eyes narrowed at the drooling dog Pokemon.

"H-Heh, wasn't plannin' on it." Bella laughed quietly, cheeks warming in embarrassment. Sabrina held her stare for a moment, before sighing, realizing she was getting worked up for nothing.

"Thank you again, I'll try not to be long." The psychic type said softly, turning immediately to move for her room. She couldn't help herself and how protective she was of her man, especially now, after she'd become aware of him hiding just how exhausted he'd been.

She bit her lip, a sudden bout of anxiety building up beneath her breasts. Her mind was drawn to the night prior, or rather, very early this same morning. She had awoken not long after he'd left the bed, and had found him in the living room, crying over the phone to Nate.

She felt her heart break when she heard him tell the other man just how worn to the bone he was, yet how he'd been afraid of speaking up about it, worried that it would only make things worse. She'd been deeply effected by it, but it touched her heart knowing that he was going to such extremes to make sure she didn't have to worry more than she had been.

That morning had opened the eyes of the others as well, seeing him in that moment of weakness, seeing just how hard he was struggling to make sure everything worked out. His crying had the effect of waking the whole house, despite how much he'd struggled to stifle them.

She had tears welling up in her eyes right now just thinking about it.

She promised herself she wouldn't cry, otherwise Hugh was going to start asking questions and then he'd worry about her all over again.

So, she was going to be strong for him, because, if she was honest with herself, the very last thing she wanted to see again was him in tears in a panic attack. She wanted to hug him and tell him it would be alright and that everything would be fine, but knowing the stubborn man she married, that'd only lead him to think something was wrong.

She sighed. She wasn't sure where he got that density from, but seeing as she'd never met his parents, she may never know.

Blinking herself out of her thoughts, she quietly cracked open the door to their room, peaking inside.

It was totally silent, all the lights were off and he was still asleep in bed.

She sighed, a relieved smile dawning on her face-

…

Her eyes narrowed in a moment of confusion as she took notice of the other party in the room. She stepped inside, approaching his bedside quietly so as not to wake him. She had almost missed it in the darkness of the room, but apparently he'd gone and acquired a little snuggle buddy while she was gone.

"Oh Darling…" She cooed softly, holding her cheeks as she restrained herself from hugging him.

Snuggled up to his neck, and similarly asleep was the smallest little Phantump she'd ever seen. She wasn't sure where it had come from, but it was apparent the man had let it in bed with him.

A little blissful smile formed on her face, as she couldn't help but notice his thing with picking up strays…

"Sleep well, Darling. Lunch will be done soon." She whispered ever so quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Chapter

9

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